Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
UT,
Skaos,
Qualms,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.